Blended

Who am I?

Well, that's the question people expect me to ask.

Why?

Because I'm a mutt if you will.

A what?

A mutt: a beautiful, rich blend.

I see this has now become a cultural trend.

Coffee brown hair that wraps around a pencil.

A wide, yet perky nose with freckles, as if drawn on with a stencil.

Two backgrounds; two languages.

Occasionally my own heart needs bandages.

'Cause you see, you're no different from me.

I just have a little extra, I guess that was God's decree.

This is where the commentary stops.

This is where my mic drops.

I love being me as you can see.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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